she knew she should not have done so. Her mother did not approve
of snacks between meals, or of jam turnovers at any time. Once,
when Sara was in a brown study, I asked her what she was thinking
of.

"I'm trying to think of something ma hasn't forbid," she answered
with a sigh.

We were all glad to hear that Peter was going to church, except
Felicity. She was full of gloomy forebodings and warnings.

"I'm surprised at you, Felicity King," said Cecily severely.
"You ought to be glad that poor boy is going to get started in
the right way."

"There's a great big patch on his best pair of trousers,"
protested Felicity.

"Well, that's better than a hole," said the Story Girl,
addressing herself daintily to her turnover. "God won't notice
the patch."

"No, but the Carlisle people will," retorted Felicity, in a tone
which implied that what the Carlisle people thought was far more
important. "And I don't believe that Peter has got a decent
stocking to his name. What will you feel like if he goes to
church with the skin of his legs showing through the holes, Miss
Story Girl?"

"I'm not a bit afraid," said the Story Girl staunchly. "Peter